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I

Taehyung has always been a little bit too curious for his own good.

He is known for being different, for standing out. The other Demons he meets on a regular basis call him abnormal and defective, but Taehyung can’t find it in himself to blame them. It is not in a Demon's nature to be curious, to wonder— that is for humans, and humans only.

Although it might come to some as a surprise, they also have rules in Hell. The Devil (who Taehyung affectionately refers to as Daddy) is, understandably, very strict. After all, he did have to build and command a whole empire on his own, and asserting dominance in a place where there is only bad and evil is, as one would expect, not exactly an easy task. So, as it also is in any other kind of society, that is when rules come in handy. They are different for everyone, depending on their status and their kind, but they are usually easier to follow if as long as it is not applied to beings that have to interact with humans on a daily basis. Taehyung, as one of those who spends most of his time surrounded by humans, sometimes envies the citizens of the below-land.

When it comes to Incubi and Succubi, the rules are as follows: feed on sexual desire, charm humans into committing the dirtiest of sins, make them fall into the pit of pleasure until they are stripped of all purity that resides in them… you get the gist. Sex Demons are meant to break all things pure; incite adultery and prostitution, each kind in their own way. Succubi and Incubi feed on both men and women, since sexuality is not a concept that exists in Hell. The only difference is how they go about it: humans usually assume that Succubi are the female version of Incubi, but that is just heteronormative and wrong of them to assume. It is true that, to adapt better to life on Earth, Demons that interact with humans regularly have certain characteristics other Demons don’t, like falling into a certain gender binary, for example, from the moment they are created. But that does not mean that every Incubi is a male and every Succubi is a female; in fact, Taehyung has met many more female Incubi than otherwise. What defines a sex Demon is not about who is topping and who is bottoming, but about power and control. To simplify it, Incubi are meant to dominate, while Succubi are naturally submissive, and that is all there is to it. A Succubus can and should top if they feel like it, as long as they know they are not the one in charge and vice-versa.

That being said, following the designated dynamics is the most important rule for a sex Demon.

Taehyung, as an Incubus, is good at his job, really one of the best. He is powerful and widely known for his skills and achievements. He is Daddy’s favorite, after all! Still, he has always been a little different, even if he doesn't really show or act on it as much as he would want. He can’t say exactly when exactly he started to wonder about his own pleasure, but he has a guess. You see, he enjoys sex very much, after all, as an Incubus, he was quite literally made for it and it is what he yearns for the most; it is what keeps him alive. And humans interest him a lot, too. He likes to watch them, observe them. He finds their rituals, customs, and behaviors extremely fascinating, and Taehyung always tries to understand more about them as time passes. So, when it comes to sex, it is really no exception.

He guesses it all started when he had charmed a young woman into succumbing to him, spotting her at a store and noticing how her eyes wouldn’t leave his human form. He is definitely very attractive as a human, making his job that much easier. He approached her, flirted with her, and then she took him home, simple as that. As he fucked her, watched as she twitched and whimpered, pleasure-induced tears staining the sheets below her, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be in such a position. He wondered, shamelessly, how it would feel to be taken and ravished until he is nothing but a toy for someone else to use as they please. How it would feel to be held down and pounded into, to cry from pleasure and emit the rawest of moans at every single thrust.

Taehyung is not a Succubus. He is not meant to be held down, dominated, or even think about it… but he is not meant to be such a curious little Demon either, and yet here he is. And although there is no rule saying an Incubus can’t be penetrated, that is also something Taehyung has never dared to do or even entertained the thought of, until now.

He mentioned his weird thoughts to one of his closest friends, a Succubus named Yoongi who, just like Taehyung, is known for being a little odd. Yoongi doesn’t look or act like a Succubus unless he is amongst humans; doesn’t care to pretend to be someone he isn’t, and for that reason, he has been left behind. An outcast.

Taehyung doesn’t discriminate nor does he judge. He doesn’t think Succubi and Incubi should act a certain way out of work, dress differently or have to follow nonsensical, baseless rules purely based on what kind of Demon they are. He has said so countless times. Whatever happens during feeding season doesn’t determine who someone is and how they should act.

Yoongi quickly realized that after meeting him, and, without needing much else, decided it was right to befriend him.

Years, decades, and centuries have passed, their bond so strong it is virtually unbreakable now. Taehyung trusts Yoongi with his everything, and he knows the Succubus would never judge him. He knows he could tell him everything, could explicitly voice his doubts and worries about being a bit too curious and breaking the rules. Still, it is a hard subject to talk about, so his questions were pretty vague when mentioning them. He guesses Yoongi might have suspected of his true intentions, but the Succubus never mentioned anything, probably waiting for Taehyung to come forward and tell him himself, but so far, that hasn’t happened.

And talking to Yoongi makes him even more curious, makes the whole concept of letting himself go and trying something new, something Yoongi describes as “toes-curling, mind-blowing” and “sinful and raw pleasure” that much more urgent and delectable.

The thing about being the embodiment of temptation is that he knows it far too well, and he knows exactly how it works. It is hard to resist, and even harder to control. It breaks him from inside out, makes him fall into a trap that he cannot escape from. One wrong move and he is powerless.

Taehyung usually manages to tune it out, the random thoughts and wonders that spark excitement within his being, but it is oh so easy to get distracted when he finds himself in the same situation day after day, watching humans break at his touch and wishing the roles were reversed. It has been in his mind for a while now. He can't really say for how long, since time is unclear for immortal beings such as Demons, their realities not following a single timeline. Still, he continues to do his job the way he should, the way he does best, and keeps his thoughts to himself, under control and locked in a mental cage.

It just so happens that, after a while, in a moment of carelessness, he lets his guard down. And that is precisely when Taehyung meets him.

II

Taehyung likes to wander around the universities he comes across. The sexual energy around campus is enough to get him high off it, stronger and tastier than at most places. He would be lying if he said he didn't have a preference. After all, along with universities also come college parties, and Taehyung absolutely loves them: young adults losing themselves to drugs, alcohol, and lust.

Really, is there a better place to find sin?

That is precisely where Taehyung finds himself right now, at a random frat party with a red solo cup in his right hand, watching as humans interact, dance, and drink mindlessly. As he waits for an interesting prey, he does what he likes the most and watches, quietly sipping on the beer he is holding. He sees humans having fun, laughing, and getting refills of whatever they are drinking. Some of them make out near the walls while others are brave enough to do it on the couches as others watch. The shamelessness, it is absolutely mouth-watering.

Taehyung has attracted the attention of many people since the very moment he stepped in, dozens of eyes following his every move. That is really no surprise, since, as stated before, he is incredibly attractive in his human form. He stands at almost 1.80 meters tall, long legs even more apparent when clad in dark skinny jeans. His tan skin glows even under the low light, honey contrasting with the loose white blouse he has on, the first three buttons opened, revealing sharp collarbones and a bit of his firm chest. It is hard to miss out his deviously handsome face, with piercing brown eyes that scan the room attentively, an irresistible smile stretching his full lips every time he makes eye contact with someone and sees them do a double take.

Demons have human bodies just like anyone, bodies they are assigned to the minute they are created. Taehyung, even as a Demon, can’t make his face any different, can’t take away anything from his body, but he can add new things and accessories to make things more fun. Like most Demons, he has two horns and a tail, both of which he hides when out like this, as it is forbidden to show humans a Demon’s natural form. Still, he has earned some perks from being such a good employee, and he has added a few things to his human body. His favorite is the ability to change something as simple as his hair color whenever he likes. He is quite eccentric, you see, and proud of it. And he absolutely loves the attention. It is easier to spot someone when they walk in with bright blue hair instead of boring old brown, right? Now mix that with his good looks and you have a perfect combo.

From the corner of his eye, he sees three young women whispering to each other as they look and point at him in a very non-discreet way. They are all very pretty, he notes, as he eyes them with interest. Their actions and the looks they are throwing his way make him smirk to himself, wondering if he will get to feed on the three of them in one go. Wouldn't be the first time, that's for sure.

Taehyung is about to walk up to them, seeing as it doesn’t look like they will make the first move, when he spots a man already staring at him, eyes determined and dark, his whole posture exuding confidence as he leans against the wall with a cocky smile playing on his lips.

That makes Taehyung stop dead on his tracks, the Incubus suddenly breathless.

The human sure is handsome, even if Taehyung can’t really make out the details of his features in the dark. He is strong too, thick biceps straining against his sleeves and thighs bulging against the black jeans he has on. Taehyung’s fake human heart speeds up a little at the intensity of the man’s gaze in front of him and he gulps, finding himself nervous and anxious, something he has never had to deal with before.

He knows it is over when he tries to mimic the human's powerful stare and fails.

And there it is again: the strange and urgent feeling of curiosity, warming up his body like fire.

The man makes no move towards him, instead just watching him like a predator, his presence making Taehyung want to cower and curl into himself. That is absolutely unheard of— a Demon, an Incubus on top of that, feeling small in the presence of mere a human. It is humiliating, and Taehyung loves it.

The staring contest is broken when one of the girls from before walks up to him and taps him on the shoulder, successfully catching his attention. She tucks a strand of her long, silky black hair behind her ear before speaking. “Hello,” she says, loud enough that Taehyung can hear her over the music. “My friends and I have been watching you for some time and we wondered if you’d like to dance with us?”

Taehyung is about to reply when he feels an arm snaking around his waist. It is the man from before, his touch scorching against his skin even through the layer of Taehyung’s loose shirt.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” the man responds, pulling Taehyung closer to him, “this one is mine for tonight.”

And oh boy if that doesn’t make the flames within him dance.

For the first time in his entire existence, Taehyung is speechless. As both humans turn to stare at him for either a confirmation or a denial, he can’t force himself to even open his mouth, eyes wide as he faces the man, whose arm is still around him. The girl seems to take his silent reaction as an affirmation, for she apologizes and goes back to her group of friends. Then, Taehyung is left with the hot-slash-weirdly-alluring human, alone if not for the dozens of other people partying around them.

The man retrieves his arm and Taehyung misses the warmth instantly.

“I know I just went all possessive over you, but you’re free to go with them if that’s what you want,” the stranger says, putting some space between them. Taehyung pretends not to be disappointed.

“It is fine,” Taehyung replies as soon as he finds his voice again, eyeing the man with curiosity and interest. They are the same height, probably, and Taehyung’s shoulders are definitely broader than the human’s. Still, he can’t say the same for the muscles, which shouldn’t intimidate him so much.

“Care to accompany me outside?” the man asks, and Taehyung bites into his lower lip as he considers the possibilities.

This is probably not a good idea, but it is exciting and new nonetheless. So, Taehyung decides to throw caution out of the window and says, “Sure.”

They leave the frat party, but definitely do not go far. The human takes him to a bench just outside the house, the music still loud and annoying behind them. There are people outside as well, but, surprisingly, no one is sitting on the bench, the groups seeming to choose the well-kempt grass of the yard instead.

Once they sit, the stranger finally decides to introduce himself, voice smooth as he says, “I’m Jeongguk, by the way.”

“Taehyung,” the Incubus replies simply. “So, why did you bring me here?” he asks, not one to beat around the bush. He is intrigued, and he is not about to pretend like he isn’t.

“I wanted to get to know you better,” Jeongguk says with a smile, leaning back and letting his arm rest behind Taehyung, “and I didn’t like the way other people were eyeing you. I’m a bit possessive, you see.”

“Clearly,” Taehyung agrees and Jeongguk laughs.

“Gonna say you don’t like that, angel?” Jeongguk challenges him as he leans in, the nickname making Taehyung shiver.

Angel.

Well, that is definitely new.

“And what do you know about what I like, Jeongguk?” Taehyung challenges back, tongue curling deliciously around the other’s name.

“You seem like the type of person who’d like me to take you back to that party and fuck you in the middle of the living room,” the human replies easily, his eyes flashing golden for a millisecond, so fast a shocked Taehyung doesn’t even notice.

He clears his throat, “that is… a cocky assumption, for sure…”

“It’s not a wrong one though, is it?”

Taehyung scoffs and crosses one leg over the other, giving himself some time to think by drinking the now lukewarm beer he is holding. He needs to get his shit together; imagine if anyone saw him right now? Taehyung, the almighty Incubus, letting a human say things like that about him without consequences, without being proven wrong. Unacceptable.

“Who says it wouldn’t be the other way around, baby?” he questions boldly after a minute, shooting a faux innocent smile at the human.

Jeongguk arches an eyebrow, smirking softly. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” he asks, sounding amused, perhaps even a bit pleased.

Taehyung bites into his lower lip once more, satisfied with the way Jeongguk’s eyes follow the movement. “Perhaps I am.”

“Angel, there’s no way in Hell that would ever happen,” Jeongguk laughs loudly at the suggestion, and Taehyung feels a pang of sweet, sweet humiliation when he continues, “I bet you’re such a pretty cock-slut. Probably bratty, too.”

Fuck.

“You’re very wrong.” Or very, very right. “I don’t bottom, nor would I ever beg for something as useless to me as someone else’s cock. Not my thing, doll-face.”

“You would for me,” Jeongguk says arrogantly, and it is oh so hot how much confidence he has. “I would have you in any way I wanted, for as long as I wanted.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches, his throat feeling especially dry. “I—“

“—You’d love it, wouldn’t you? You’re thinking about it right now.” He is, but Jeongguk doesn’t have to know that. “I know everything you’re thinking, angel.”

Taehyung laughs, placing the cup he is holding on the bench and looking back at Jeongguk with a mocking expression. “There is no end to your cockiness, huh?”

It is Jeongguk’s turn to laugh, his smile dark as he looks at Taehyung with glowing hazel eyes.

“I didn’t think I’d find an Incubus around here,” he says then, startling Taehyung and making him flinch. What? How… “I guess you’ve been in your human form for a long, long time, Taehyung. You can’t even feel when there is a Fallen Angel around anymore.”

Taehyung’s jaw drops

“You… you knew? Since the beginning?” Taehyung asks, feeling his throat dry up in fear. Fallen Angels are… dangerous, for lack of a better word. Even after falling, they are still extremely powerful and especially cunning, probably even more so than regular Angels, since it is usually due to their greed and need for power that they are banished from Heaven.

“Your scent is intoxicating,” Jeongguk tells him instead of answering, undressing Taehyung with his eyes. “It makes me want to eat you up.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches at that and he closes his eyes tightly to compose himself. It is then that he feels Jeongguk’s warm hand against his clothed thigh, the fire within him consuming him from inside out.

“You want me to, don’t you, angel?” Jeongguk mocks him, the use of the pet-name making Taehyung dizzy. “I can hear you. You’ve been waiting for so long for someone who’d do this for you, treat you like you deserve to be treated. Like the slut you really are.”

Taehyung feels as if he has been punched in the chest, all of the air knocked out of him. Fuck. Fuck. He doesn’t know if he will be able to escape this, doesn’t know if he wants to.

He— he wants to stay. Taehyung wants Jeongguk to take him and wreck him. He wants it so, so bad.

“Yes,” he admits, ashamed of his lack of restraint. He should think about this properly, should think about how he would deal with the consequences if this really does happen. What others would say, what Yoongi would say— “Want it so bad.”

“Aren’t you a good boy after all?” Jeongguk teases him, the hand on Taehyung’s thigh rising to his waist slowly. “Why don’t you come here, hm? I want to see how pretty you look sitting on my lap.”

Taehyung looks over his shoulder where some people are still gathered around the entrance of the frat house, talking and laughing loudly, unaware of the things being discussed between the two. He cannot be sure that will stay the same, though, so he turns back to Jeongguk with hesitant eyes. “Right here?” he asks, trying not to sound shy. “Shouldn’t we go somewhere…more private?”

“Why are you acting as if you weren’t thinking about fucking those girls on that shitty couch, in front of everyone?” Jeongguk asks, suddenly not so patient anymore. It makes Taehyung’s whole body tremble with excitement, with anticipation.

“It’s…different,” Taehyung argues, “that is my job.”

“Your job now is to do whatever I tell you to,” Jeongguk says, leaning in to watch him with those intimidating golden eyes of his. “Do you understand?”

Taehyung feels himself melt. “Yes.”

“Good. Now get on my fucking lap.”

After nervously looking around one last time, Taehyung leaves the beer on the bench and slides closer to Jeongguk, trying to control his breathing and not let it show just how excited and nervous about this he is.

Sitting on someone else’s lap… he has never done that before. There are many things he has never done, mostly because he tends to be quick with his feedings. In this case, it is purely because that would shift the power balance, even if a little bit, and that is definitely something he has never dared to play with considering what he knows about himself, his silly curiosity, and his lack of self-restraint.

Ever so slowly, Taehyung throws one leg over both of Jeongguk’s, successfully straddling him in front of who knows how many people, both of his hands coming up hesitantly to rest on Jeongguk’s broad, firm shoulders. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor, embarrassed. He is putting all the weight on his knees, trying his best not to touch Jeongguk there, but it seems that Jeongguk has other plans, for he pulls him down with the hand that is still firmly placed on his waist, their bodies now pressed together.

“Look at you,” Jeongguk whispers, bringing his free hand to tuck a strand of Taehyung’s blue hair behind his ear. “So fucking pretty. Bet you have a lot of beings begging to fuck you,” he says, smirking when Taehyung squirms.

“No,” Taehyung shakes his head softly. “I’m not like that.”

Jeongguk laughs at his words, all mean and condescending, lifting a single eyebrow at the Incubus.

“Like what, precious? A whore?” Jeongguk questions, his tone making Taehyung turn to face him, his eyes full of need. “It seems to me that that’s exactly what you are: a cheap whore who’s only good for taking cock. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Taehyung’s breath hitches, his hold on Jeongguk’s shoulders tightening slightly, nails digging into his skin. “I’m no Angel,” he whispers, feeling so deeply humiliated for reacting the way he is. This is nothing like his confident, powerful self. It is nothing like what he is used to, and he doesn’t know how to act.

“You’re my angel now,” Jeongguk tells him, his expression now stone cold, his gaze hooded and void of any warmth. “My own little puppet.”

His words send shivers down Taehyung’s body, the implications of them affecting him deeply. He shouldn’t, but he loves it.

As a Fallen Angel, it is understandable that Jeongguk would hold such a grudge over Angels. He knows better than anyone what it is like being so close to God, being limited to a life of boringness and purity; puppets, like he called them.

And now he is calling Taehyung his angel with nothing but a mixture of anger and lust in his eyes, fingers digging into the flesh of Taehyung’s waist so hard that it is bound to leave marks. Jeongguk is going to take his resentment and frustration out on Taehyung, and it is more than he could ever have asked for.

“Your mind is a very interesting place,” Jeongguk’s voice calls for his attention, Taehyung’s eyes finding their focus. “Such a slutty little masochist, aren’t you? So eager for me to tear you apart, make you hurt. You’re dying for me to take you home and put you in your place.”

“I want you to touch me,” Taehyung tells him, shameless for the first time since they have met each other, fueled by the fire in Jeongguk’s eyes. “I need you to touch me.”

Jeongguk’s hand finds its way up Taehyung’s body until he is grabbing roughly the back of Taehyung’s head by the hair, forcing him to expose his thick neck to the Fallen Angel, who sneers amusedly at the submissive display.

“Ask for it properly, slut.”

After a beat of silence, Taehyung’s toes curling from the pain and the intimidation, he finally finds his voice, whispering, “Touch me, please.”

Jeongguk offers him a chilling smile, but doesn’t loosen his hold, instead just staring at him with those frightening eyes of his.

“You want me to touch you in front of them?” Jeongguk asks, nodding his head in the general direction of the people behind them, a challenging tone to his voice.

Taehyung feels his breathing accelerate, the thrill of being caught in this position by humans making his palms sweat.

“Yes,” he says, quickly correcting himself when Jeongguk sends him a meaningful, imperative look. “Please. Yes, please.”

“Look at you,” Jeongguk repeats himself in a whisper, clearly in awe, a unique glint to his eyes. Before Taehyung can waste any more time getting lost into the golden specks in his irises, Jeongguk pulls his head closer and kisses him roughly.

It is all teeth and spit, Taehyung losing himself to the feeling of Jeongguk’s tongue against his. Jeongguk’s hands are demanding and precise, touching him wherever he wants and in the best possible way, Taehyung’s low moans silenced by Jeongguk’s eager mouth.

He can’t help but rock back and forth on Jeongguk’s lap, the slow drag against his crotch making him lose his mind. One of Jeongguk’s hands drop to Taehyung’s ass, groping and pulling it even harder against himself, making the two of them moan breathlessly.

After a while, that same hand finds its way around Taehyung until it is pressing against his crotch, making his hips buck. Taehyung leans back briefly to stare at Jeongguk, who sports a very self-satisfied smile, his eyes boring into Taehyung’s.

“Still want me to touch you?” he asks smoothly, even though he already knows the answer is a chant of “yes! yes! yes!” not only from being able to read Taehyung’s mind, but just by taking one good look at him.

“Please,” Taehyung begs, “I want it, please.”

“Come a bit closer to me so those people won’t be able to see,” Jeongguk tells him, already fumbling with Taehyung’s jeans, eager to get them open.

“I want them to see,” Taehyung says, surprised by his own words. “I want them to know.”

Jeongguk, who was focused on unzipping Taehyung’s jeans with only one hand, lifts his head to stare at the Incubus on top of him, looking surprised for the first time in this evening. Taehyung mentally marks that as a small win, which makes Jeongguk roll his eyes and let out a huff.

“You gonna show them how good you are to me?” he says, voice so low it makes Taehyung almost want to purr. “Damn, angel, you’re much more of a whore than I anticipated, aren’t you?”

Taehyung nods silently, but he knows that is not good enough of a response, the Incubus letting out a meek, “Yes,” that brings a smile to Jeongguk’s lips. “I’m… I’m a— a whore,” he says with difficulty, far too embarrassed to keep his voice steady.

“Good boy,” is the reply Taehyung gets, his cheeks suddenly burning up as if on fire. That is the thing: he wants to be good, and he wants Jeongguk to think he is good as well. It is something new, something he shouldn’t feed into, but he is far too gone to care now.

Jeongguk starts lowering both Taehyung's jeans and underwear, the Incubus taking it upon himself to start trailing kisses down Jeongguk’s neck, his skin warm against his lips. His eyes are open as he stares at the entrance of the house in front of him, lazily watching the humans around them. They haven’t even noticed them, maybe far too distracted with whatever they are talking about to care about a couple getting intimate on the bench. It makes Taehyung relax a little bit, not as alarmed now that he knows they are not being watched.

He does startle, though, when Jeongguk suddenly starts jerking him off, no warning given.

“So, you got two cocks, huh?” Jeongguk chuckles, grip tight around both of them as his hand moves up and down leisurely.

“I earned them,” Taehyung explains breathily, a moan trapped in his throat as Jeongguk strokes him into full hardness.

Jeongguk whistles, his smirk widening. “Look at you, the employee of the month. Could’ve gotten anything and yet this is what you asked for?” he shakes his head, teasing Taehyung with his rough touch. Taehyung nods shakily. “Then, it is such a shame that they’re fucking useless now.”

“T-they’re not,” Taehyung argues, gritting his teeth. It earns a mean laugh from Jeongguk, who pauses to spit on his hand before continuing his ministrations, the glide of his palm against his cocks now wet and delicious.

“They are,” he says, “or you think you’re gonna be using them any time soon?”

“I will— fuck, it feels so good,” Taehyung moans, not even trying to lower his voice as he allows himself to drown on the pleasure of being jerked off by the Fallen Angel.

“Oh, so you think you’ll really be able to go back to your old life once I’m done with you,” Jeongguk says, and it is not a question. He knows that is exactly what Taehyung thinks.

“It is my job,” Taehyung tells him once more, whining in pain when Jeongguk squeezes his cocks together tightly, the movement of his hand stopping abruptly.

“Look at me,” he orders, Taehyung wasting no time before doing so, their eyes meeting in the middle as Jeongguk’s simmer with a hint of gold. “You’re mine now.”

And fuck if that doesn’t make Taehyung shiver.

“You’re mine to fuck, and mine only,” the Fallen Angel declares, his free hand coming up to hold Taehyung by the jaw, Jeongguk’s eyes flashing gold while Taehyung’s cloud over with want. “Do you understand that, slut?”

Before Taehyung can even reply, Jeongguk starts jerking him off again, this time way faster. It makes him let out a string of moans, definitely attracting the attention of the humans around as his deep voice goes unnaturally higher.

“Yes,” Taehyung finally replies, “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“’Yes’ what?” Jeongguk asks him angrily, the hand on Taehyung’s jaw pulling him closer, until their faces are mere millimeters apart.

“Yes, I’m yours!” Taehyung cries loudly, feeling so close to cumming it is humiliating, “your slut, your whore, y-your—“

He doesn’t know why he does it, but his eyes leave Jeongguk’s for a second and he sees some humans watching them. Watching him. He can’t make out their expressions because of the darkness of the night, but he knows they are watching attentively, and that makes heat coil low on his stomach. Jeongguk notices it, of course he does, turning his head to look at the humans gathered behind him. He smirks as he turns back around.

“Do you wanna know what they’re thinking?” Jeongguk asks Taehyung, who stares at him with wide, hungry eyes. “Want to know what they think about you?”

“Yes,” Taehyung breathes out, hissing when Jeongguk digs his nail in the slit of one of his cocks. “Please,” he corrects himself with a moan, “yes, please.”

“Such a fast learner,” Jeongguk praises, letting go of Taehyung’s jaw to hold him firmly by the hip instead. “Ok, angel, I’ll tell you.”

Taehyung’s cocks are leaking endlessly by now, making a mess of his jeans and Jeongguk’s hand. He is throbbing, both of his cocks are, and he feels like the flames of Hell might burn him alive, the anticipation of knowing the humans’ thoughts and the feeling of Jeongguk’s hand on him driving him mad.

“’Shameless,’” Jeongguk quotes, leaning in to press wet kisses under Taehyung’s ear, making his breath hitch. “’It’s kind of hot… maybe I could get a little bit closer and have a better look.’”

Holy shit.

“They want to watch you, just as badly as you want to be watched,” Jeongguk says, pausing only to suck numerous bruises on Taehyung’s neck, making him hum and twitch in his hold. “And they want to touch you too, just like I am touching you now.”

Taehyung feels like his whole body might lit aflame with the intensity of the desire within him.

“They’re thinking about how hot you sound, moaning and crying out just from having your cocks played with. So easy, aren’t you? They can’t wait to put their hands on you, fuck you like you’re meant to be fucked,” Jeongguk pauses, fingers digging into the flesh of Taehyung’s hip.

Taehyung stares at him, breathing harshly through his mouth. He watches as Jeongguk’s expression turns from a neutral one to something raw and absolutely terrifying.

“I don’t like it,” Jeongguk declares, his harsh tone combined with the drag of his palm against Taehyung’s cocks making him moan. “So, you better tell them who you belong to.”

“I belong to you,” he whispers, crying out when the hand on his hip retreats only to come down on his ass, spanking it harshly.

“Louder,” Jeongguk orders, massaging Taehyung’s ass-cheek to ease the sting. “I don’t think they can hear you if you whisper, dumb baby.”

“I belong to you!” Taehyung yells, eyes prickling with unshed tears, the humiliation far too delicious to ignore. “I’m yours, just yours— Jeongguk, please, please, let me cum, I’m so close, so close…” he starts mumbling, words spilling out of his mouth in a rush, the need for release clouding his mind. Each flick of the Fallen Angel’s wrist makes his eyes roll back, Taehyung’s toes curling inside his shoes.

Without a word, Jeongguk quickens his movements, promptly kissing Taehyung to shut him up. It doesn’t really work, for Taehyung’s moans grow louder and louder by the second, not even the kiss being able to muffle them.

Before he knows it, Taehyung is cumming, Jeongguk’s name rolling off his tongue desperately through it as his body shakes and twitches. He is sweating all over, there is drool dripping down his chin, unshed tears in his eyes, and now cum staining his and Jeongguk’s clothes.

Taehyung lets his forehead fall to Jeongguk’s shoulder, his breathing finally calming down after a minute, and just lets himself relax against the Fallen Angel, who in turn uses his clean hand to massage Taehyung’s scalp.

“You seem tired already. Will you be able to stand a few more rounds?” Jeongguk asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Yeah,” Taehyung replies breathlessly, closing his eyes for a second too long. “Just wanna nap for a bit…”

“Sleep. I’ll call us a cab and wake you up when it arrives,” Jeongguk says, his fingers doing wonders on Taehyung’s scalp, and his body way too comfortable and warm for Taehyung to complain. He feels himself drift off before he has a chance to reply, a small smile on his lips.

III

Taehyung wakes up after what feels like a minute, which doesn’t seem to be true for when he opens his eyes he is inside of a moving car. Looking to his left, he can see Jeongguk next to him in the backseat, while a random human drives.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Jeongguk jokes, a private smile on his lips. “Did you sleep well?”

“How did I get in here?” Taehyung asks instead of replying, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I carried you,” Jeongguk says, his words accompanied by a casual shrug.

A pause. “Oh.”

It is then that Jeongguk’s smile turns into a knowing smirk. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks shamelessly. “You’re thinking about in what other ways I could carry you, huh?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, his gaze flicking between Jeongguk and the driver as his body becomes warm. “Shut up.”

“Are you going to get shy on me now, angel?” he teases, laughing when Taehyung squints at him.

“Just be quiet until we arrive,” Taehyung tells him, turning to his right, looking away from Jeongguk, to watch the city through the car window.

It is then that Taehyung feels it again, the warmth of Jeongguk’s hand on his thigh. He swats it away, facing him and mouthing the word, “no,” making Jeongguk huff and cross his arms over his broad chest, as if offended. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. Maybe he is just an insufferable, insatiable menace.

The rest of the ride is pretty quiet and uneventful at best, the radio playing some pop song Taehyung hasn’t heard before — or maybe he has, but he can’t be bothered to pay attention to it enough to know for sure. Instead, his attention is solely focused on the Fallen Angel beside him and the weird, ticklish feeling on Taehyung’s lower stomach. He is excited, that can’t be denied, but it is more than that, if he is about to be honest with himself; it is almost euphoric how great he feels knowing that, in a matter of minutes, he will finally be getting a taste of something that he has been craving secretly for probably centuries now, and that someone as incredibly attractive as Jeongguk will be the one to reward him with that.

They arrive shortly after, Jeongguk instructing the driver where to park and then paying him a good amount of money before exiting the vehicle, a clumsy Taehyung following close behind. Jeongguk lives in a very common-looking building, nothing too extravagant at all. It has got no elevators and no doorman, the building of a boring gray color and with no balconies, something that seems to be the norm around this neighborhood.

Jeongguk’s apartment appears to be on the third floor. Since Taehyung is still tired, Jeongguk offers to carry him upstairs but the Incubus refuses; he would be far too embarrassed by the thoughts he would most likely have and the way he is sure his body would react would Jeongguk show off his strength. The Fallen Angel doesn’t insist, but the smirk on his lips tells Taehyung that he is well aware of the reasons for his insistent denial.

It is only when they finally get to Jeongguk’s door that things get interesting again.

Just by chance, the minute Jeongguk fishes his keys out of the front pocket of his jeans, a couple of people appear from the direction of the stairs they had just came from, presumably Jeongguk’s neighbors who are arriving home after going out for a late dinner. When Jeongguk spots them, he says nothing as he grabs Taehyung by the hips and turns him around, slamming him against the door and pressing his own body against Taehyung’s, the Incubus letting out a surprised yell that gets cut off by Jeongguk’s addictive, though incredibly soft lips. It all happens so fast that Taehyung barely has time to understand Jeongguk and his actions, his mind taking a while to connect the dots, considering just how distracted he is by the warmth of Jeongguk’s body against him.

Then, it clicks, just as he hears someone let out a scandalized gasp, Taehyung’s eyes opening briefly to see—

There is an elderly couple staring at them. They watch, horrified, as Jeongguk pries Taehyung’s legs open with one of his own and lowers his hand to feel his ass, making Taehyung moan obscenely against his mouth, his body reacting automatically and pressing itself even closer to the Fallen Angel’s, hips canting up, desperate to get some friction against his clothed cocks, uncaring of those watching.

The fire is back and burning even stronger than before.

The elderly couple scurries to go to their apartment, and, just when they start walking inside, Jeongguk takes a step back, that insufferably cocky smile back on his lips. Taehyung, who is trying to hide the fact that he was quite literally kissed breathless, sends him a scolding look as he recomposes himself, straightening his shirt and adjusting his pants.

“Was that really necessary?” he asks, moving until he is not in front of the door anymore so Jeongguk can unlock it. “Aren’t you embarrassed? Those are your neighbors, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Jeongguk nods, unbothered by the possible consequences of his actions, seeming far too pleased with himself. “Why would I be embarrassed? They just saw me make out with probably the most beautiful being they have ever seen in their, what, hundred years of life maybe? So, no, I’m not embarrassed at all, actually.”

Taehyung doesn’t know if it is the praise or the way Jeongguk looks at him as he says it, but something within him can’t help but ask for more. Jeongguk’s chuckle as he opens the door is enough of an indication that he is well aware of that thought.

They walk inside, Jeongguk not wasting any time trying to play host, instead leading Taehyung directly into his bedroom after they take their shoes off by the entrance. It is a small and badly decorated room, but there is a king-sized bed inside, so, that is really all that matters to Taehyung and Jeongguk right now.

“So, tell me, angel, what exactly do you expect me to do to you tonight?” Jeongguk asks him, guiding him until Taehyung is sitting on the bed. Jeongguk walks a few steps until he is standing right in front of him, Taehyung needing to angle his head upwards to face him directly.

“You know what,” Taehyung says, not wanting to voice everything when he knows Jeongguk can listen to him either way.

“That is not what I asked you,” Jeongguk tells him, sounding stern. His tone is enough to make Taehyung shiver. “When I ask you a question, baby, I expect you to answer to it accordingly,” he explains, bringing a hand up to brush Taehyung’s fringe away from his eyes, fingers tracing the side of his face until they settle on his chin, gripping it tight.

Jeongguk takes a small moment to admire Taehyung and his features, his gaze dancing around his face until it rests on Taehyung’s wide, excited eyes.

“And when I tell you to do something, you do it,” he continues, looking like he wants nothing more than to kiss him right now, “is that clear?”

“Yes,” Taehyung breathes out, dazed. “Crystal clear.”

“Good,” Jeongguk says with a tiny smile. “I don’t like repeating myself, but I’ll do it just this once since you’re being so good to me so far: what do you want me to do to you tonight, angel?”

Taehyung gulps.

He wants so many things, most of which he isn’t even consciously aware of. It is a hard question, one with endless choices and possibilities. How could he ever choose just one?

“I’m new to this,” Taehyung whispers, his heart pounding as he stares up at Jeongguk’s glowing eyes. “I don’t— I don’t know.”

“You’re saying an Incubus doesn’t know what to expect from sex?” Jeongguk asks, cocking an eyebrow. Taehyung stalls, ashamed.

“No, no, I… j-just want you,” he stutters, closing his eyes tightly in embarrassment. “I don’t care what you do to me, I just want you.”

Taehyung doesn’t see it, but Jeongguk rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by the vagueness of his statement.

“Let’s get some things straight, then,” Jeongguk says as he lets go of Taehyung’s chin, his sharp tone forcing Taehyung to open his eyes, the Demon staring nervously up at the Fallen Angel. “How comfortable are you with roughness?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, his mouth suddenly very, very dry. “Roughness? Like… like what, exactly?”

Jeongguk sighs, impatient. “Choking, spanking, bruises, pain, punishment. You get the idea, I’m sure. You’re not a toddler.”

“Oh.” Taehyung bites into his lower lip, recalling all the times he has inflicted any kind of sexual pain on someone only to wish the roles were reversed; only to crave the sting of a slap against his ass, or the feeling of a large hand curling around the curve of his neck, squeezing tight. “I’d like that very much.”

“Figured so,” Jeongguk mocks, making Taehyung flush in humiliation. “How far are you willing to go, then?”

Taehyung thinks this over, feeling excitement rush through his entire body, not a single part of him left untouched by the flames of desire and want. “As far as you’re willing to take me,” he says, decided, hoping that it will be enough of an answer for Jeongguk, who nods in understanding.

“Regarding safe-words, are you okay with color-code?”

Taehyung frowns, a shy smile curling the edges of his lips. “Are they… really necessary? We are not mortals.”

Jeongguk blinks at him, judging. “Yes, it is necessary,” he says as if it is obvious. It makes Taehyung want to curl into himself and hide in shame, feeling like a dummy in his own area of expertise.

“Then, yeah, color-code is fine with me.”

“Good. Shall we start?”

“Yeah—!”

Before Taehyung can even finish his sentence, he feels a sharp pain against his cheek, the loud sound of a slap echoing through the small room. He is left staring wide-eyed at Jeongguk, whose neutral expression has changed drastically into a mean, angered one.

“I told you before, ‘when I ask you something, I expect you to answer to it accordingly’ and you said you understood. Yet, you fail to answer to anything I ask of you!” he explains, leaning down until they are face to face, their noses a hair apart. “This, Taehyung, is your punishment.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung mumbles shakily, loving the warmth on his left cheek and feeling himself harden at the thought of getting more. Hell, he is getting off on being slapped across the face.

“Are you really sorry, angel?” Jeongguk wonders aloud, once again tucking a strand of Taehyung’s hair behind his ear, the pad of his thumb tracing the cheek he had just slapped, feeling the heat under the digit. “You don’t look like it.”

“I am,” Taehyung insists, staring up at him with puppy-like eyes.

Jeongguk ignores him. “In fact, you look and sound like you’d like me to punish you even more.”

There is a wicked, sadistic smile slowly spreading on Jeongguk’s lips, the looks of it making Taehyung’s hairs stand. Jeongguk is attractive, impossibly so, and when he looks at Taehyung like that, like he wants nothing less than to devour him, it is hard to resist the forbidden desires within him.

“Yes,” Taehyung admits lowly, averting his eyes.

“’Yes’, what, Taehyung? Speak up.”

“Yes, I want to be punished,” he says through gritted teeth, pressing his thighs together in an attempt to keep himself composed. Jeongguk absolutely loves it.

“Stand up and undress yourself,” Jeongguk orders, sitting on the bed to admire Taehyung, who shyly and slowly starts taking his clothes off, piece by piece, starting from his socks and gradually going up, until the last bit of clothing is lying on the floor, leaving him naked and exposed to the Fallen Angel’s hungry eyes. “Perfect,” Jeongguk praises, bringing more color to Taehyung’s cheeks. He loves the warm, somehow comforting sensation Jeongguk’s praises bring to him. It is addicting, almost. “I see you got rid of one of your cocks, and why is that?” Jeongguk wonders, a sly glint in his eyes as his gaze switches between Taehyung’s face and his crotch.

“Too much work showing them both,” Taehyung lies, cowering when Jeongguk growls. Of course he would know Taehyung is lying. “C-cause it’s useless. Both of them are… but I can’t take away actual parts of the human body…”

“You wanted to impress me,” Jeongguk says, matter-of-factly.

“I— no, it’s just…” Taehyung struggles, gaze falling to the ground, unable to look at Jeongguk anymore as he risks dying from sheer embarrassment.

“There is no use in lying, angel, you are way too easy to read,” Jeongguk teases him, eyeing Taehyung’s cock with interest. “Not even touched, and yet you’re already hard as a rock,” Jeongguk comments, chuckling quietly to himself as he reaches forward to run a finger up Taehyung’s cock from the underside, the light touch making the Incubus quiver. “Such a naughty little Demon,” he hums, licking his lips. “Turn around, facing the door,” Jeongguk tells him, eyes glued on the Incubus’ body, his gaze fixed on Taehyung’s plump, round ass once he turns around. “Look at you… gorgeous. Made to be fucked,” he praises once more, aware of how affected Taehyung is by his words. “Now bend over for me and show me what is mine.”

Taehyung hesitates a little, so deeply embarrassed of the position he is currently in: naked while Jeongguk remains fully clothed. Bending over now, with Jeongguk facing his back, will give him a sight he is sure no one has ever seen before.

He doesn’t want to challenge Jeongguk’s patience, though, so he does as told, placing his hands on his knees for support, face flushing and heart racing at the sweet exposure. He hears Jeongguk hum and he feels himself leak needily through the slit of his cock, because, as humiliating as this is, he still loves every part of it.

Jeongguk’s palms are warm when they come to rest on Taehyung’s ass-cheeks, gently pulling them apart to fully reveal his hole that, once exposed, clenches around air as if begging to be filled. Jeongguk slowly feels it around with his thumb, smirking to himself when he hears Taehyung’s low gasp, his legs quivering with only just that.

So sensitive.

The first spank comes unexpectedly, the force of it making Taehyung’s knees buckle. He is quick to recompose himself, but the prickling sensation on his ass-cheek is still very much present and making itself known, fire licking at his insides as Taehyung’s heartrate quickens.

“What is your color, angel?” Jeongguk asks, soothing the delicious sting by slowly massaging the cheek with his hefty fingers.

“Green,” Taehyung breathes out, voice as soft as a whisper. “Neon green.”

The Demon’s words make Jeongguk chuckle, the sound of it bringing a rather shy smile to Taehyung’s bitten-red lips.

Jeongguk then pulls Taehyung close by the thighs, instructing him to turn around and sit on his lap. Taehyung quickly does as ordered, secretly eager to get on Jeongguk’s lap again. He sighs when he feels Jeongguk’s hands come up to rest on his waist, pulling him closer. Taehyung’s tall, hard cock bumps against Jeongguk’s shirt, pre-cum dripping from it and staining the fabric, but the Fallen Angel pays it no mind, one of his hands going down to rest on Taehyung’s ass as the other circles his waist, their bodies glued together. He squeezes Taehyung’s ass and asks, “Still green?” to which he only gets a nod, Taehyung’s lip caught between his teeth.

The second slap burns even more than the first, Taehyung’s moan loud enough to be heard from the first floor of the building.

“You’re loving this,” Jeongguk states, his voice taunting. “Such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Taehyung moans against Jeongguk’s neck. “Your slut.”

“Hm. My slut,” Jeongguk agrees, bringing his hand down once again, getting drunk off the way Taehyung’s body shakes in his hold.

The next few spanks continue just like that, Jeongguk’s words affecting Taehyung as much as the roughness of his hand. He loses count after the seventh, mind clouded by want, too numb to even focus. Taehyung’s nails leave indents on Jeongguk’s skin, each smack making him grip tighter, but Jeongguk lets him, never wincing nor complaining, only allowing him to react as harshly as he needs to get through this heavenly punishment.

By the end of it, Taehyung’s eyelashes are wet with unshed tears, his cheeks red, and lips swollen. Jeongguk guides him to lie down on his back, pressing a kiss on his cheek and whispering, “You did good, angel,” before standing up and walking around the bed.

Through half-lidded eyes, Taehyung can see him rummage through a drawer until he grabs something Taehyung can only guess is a bottle of lube. Jeongguk is back on the bed in a heartbeat, his strong body hovering above Taehyung’s and making him feel impossibly small despite their similar heights and builds.

“You okay?” Jeongguk asks him, leaving the bottle on the mattress and bringing a hand up to examine Taehyung’s face. “How are you always so tired, I thought Demons like you were made for this.”

“Let’s just say I’m very far from my comfort zone,” Taehyung chuckles breathlessly, barely able to see Jeongguk through the frame of his heavy eyelids.

“That’s cute,” Jeongguk comments, making Taehyung let out a lazy whine. “Should I give you a minute to recover?”

Taehyung shakes his head, shifting to get more comfortable on the crappy bed. “No, I’m good. Keep going, please.”

“So needy, angel,” Jeongguk says, “never satisfied.”

“Wan’ more,” Taehyung tells him softly, big eyes staring up at Jeongguk like he is the answer to all of Taehyung’s problems.

“Aren’t you thankful for what I’ve given you already?” the Fallen Angel asks, voice stern, as he starts moving down the bed until his lips are hovering above Taehyung’s chest, close but not enough to touch.

“I am,” Taehyung promises him shakily, “very, very thankful.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Jeongguk commands, lightly biting Taehyung’s nipple before pressing his warm tongue against it to soothe the pain.

Taehyung moans, body twisting under Jeongguk. “Thank you, t— thank you.”

“Good boy,” Jeongguk praises. “The perfect little slut for me.”

Jeongguk keeps sliding down Taehyung’s body, leaving a trail of wet bites and bruises, until he finally reaches Taehyung’s crotch. He spread the Incubus’ legs apart, mouth now attacking his inner thighs, making Taehyung whimper loudly; he never knew just how sensitive that area was.

There is a wet patch forming on the sheets below him, his cock weeping pathetically and twitching at Jeongguk’s every move. The Fallen Angel takes a while to just stare and admire Taehyung’s reactions to his touches, wondering how he managed to live without this for so long when it is obvious that this is what his body craves.

Slowly, without taking his eyes off Taehyung’s, Jeongguk lowers his head, smiling softly when Taehyung tries to suppress a gasp, the feeling of Jeongguk’s warm breath against his cock making him jump.

Taehyung watches wide-eyed as Jeongguk brings a hand up to touch him there, gently holding him before taking his cock inside his warm, wet mouth. It takes a great amount of self-restraint not to buck his hips upward and chase that addictive heat, but Taehyung knows better than to challenge Jeongguk like that.

“It f— feels good,” Taehyung whispers, used to voicing his thoughts and praises during sex. Jeongguk winks at him then, mouth still full of Taehyung’s thick cock, making all of the air leave Taehyung’s lungs in a heartbeat.

Damn him for being so damn sinful.

Jeongguk starts jerking him off whilst blowing him, his free hand reaching up to grab the forgotten bottle of lube. He pulls off to focus on the task at hand: uncapping the lube and let the water-based liquid drip to his fingers, coating them evenly and getting them ready for the next step of their little activity.

Taehyung feels himself vibrate in anticipation.

“Ever fingered yourself before, slut?” Jeongguk asks him, Taehyung shaking his head in response. “I want you to use your words when I ask you something. We’ve gone through this.”

“No, I’ve never fingered myself,” Taehyung replies meekly.

“Hm. But you’ve thought about it,” Jeongguk says, and it is not a question.

Taehyung bites into his lower lip, ashamed. There is no use in lying.

“Yes, I have… many times, actually, but I have never done it to myself,” he settles on saying, choosing to be honest and forward. Jeongguk seems to appreciate it, if the way his lips curl in a tiny, appreciative smile is of any indication.

“First time for everything, then. You’ll love it.”

After reassuring Taehyung with those words, Jeongguk starts circling Taehyung’s hole with the tip of his index finger, feeling it around and letting Taehyung get used to the foreign sensation of being touched in an unfamiliar place. Ever so slowly, after deeming him ready enough, he starts pushing in, attentive to Taehyung’s reactions.

Before Taehyung can even start to focus on the strange intrusion, Jeongguk leans down to take Taehyung’s cock inside his mouth again, this time taking him even further, the tip of it reaching the back of Jeongguk’s throat, who deals with it effortlessly, unbothered by the large intrusion in his mouth, almost as if it is nothing.

With a surprised gasp, Taehyung can’t help but buck his hips upwards, following that deliciously wet heat like a horny dog. Jeongguk pulls off then to stare him down with those hard glowing eyes of his, far too harsh when he says, “Behave, angel.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung mumbles in response, his tone apologetic and meek.

“Don’t do it again,” Jeongguk warns him, taking Taehyung’s needy cock inside his mouth again, the Incubus closing his fists around the sheets in hopes that it will help him control himself. However, it gets even harder to keep himself from moving once Jeongguk starts thrusting his finger deep inside of him, his tongue licking at the underside of his cock as he swallows around the crown.

“Th— that’s— oh. That feels weird, I don’t kn— know…” Taehyung blabbers on, wide wet eyes watching Jeongguk’s every move. He loves and hates the way his body seems to react so submissively to Jeongguk, tensing so his hips won’t thrust up and so his whole body won’t flinch wildly at every little stimulation.

Taehyung throws his head back when he feels Jeongguk push in a second finger, which, along with the feeling of Jeongguk’s tongue dragging up down his throbbing his cock, makes his toes curl and eyes roll back. It is too much and too little at the same time.

“So tight,” Jeongguk pulls off to tell him, voice low and scratchy, making goosebumps run up Taehyung’s sensitive body. “Still, your slutty hole is swallowing my fingers up. So damn needy, aren’t you? Finally getting what you’ve always wanted.”

“Yes,” Taehyung mewls, “thank you.”

Jeongguk smiles. “Such a good boy. Who would’ve thought you’d be so obedient?”

“I want to be good,” Taehyung admits, groaning when Jeongguk’s fingers press against his insides just right, rubbing against his walls and making him mad with pleasure. “For you— be good for you.”

“Since he is so damn eager, does my good boy think he can handle another finger?” Jeongguk asks teasingly, his obviously fake caring expression making Taehyung blush all the way down to his chest.

“Yes, daddy, I can,” Taehyung replies unthinkingly, his eyes widening as soon as he realizes what he has said.

The silence that follows is deafening.

Jeongguk grins at his words, looking like he is deeply enjoying Taehyung’s mortification, the sadist.

“What made you think you could call me daddy, you dirty whore?” he asks, finally pushing in a third finger, this time bringing his other hand up to ever so slowly jerk Taehyung off as well.

“I’m sorry” Taehyung mumbles through embarrassed tears, bringing his fists up to quickly wipe them away, not wanting to humiliate himself any further. Still, he presses his lips tightly together not to moan when Jeongguk calls him a dirty whore, his cheeks burning scarlet.

“You don’t seem sorry with the way you’re squeezing my fingers in” Jeongguk comments meanly, clicking his tongue. Taehyung whines, body shaking slightly because he has no idea what to expect when it comes to Jeongguk, and that, as frustrating as it is, excites him immensely.

“Calling me daddy… just like you’d call the Devil? That’s rich,” Jeongguk sneers.

“It was an accident, I don’t—,” Taehyung tries to argue, only to be interrupted by Jeongguk.

“You love being Daddy’s favorite, don’t you?” he laughs. Taehyung can’t help but cry even more. “If you wanted to call me that, angel, then all you had to do is ask like the good boy you like to think you are,” Jeongguk tells him, shaking his head in disapproval. “But there you go, wanting things without having to work for them. Pretending you want to be good for me.”

“No!” Taehyung cries out, “I’m good, I swear I’m good, I jus— oh, fuck,” he moans suddenly when Jeongguk speeds up on both hands, the Fallen Angel’s smile growing as Taehyung twitches and shakes on the bed, fingers grasping the sheets below him urgently.

“I— I’m gonna cum,” Taehyung warns him, voice cracking, “please, please, don’t stop, please, please, puh— please!”

Taehyung shuts his eyes tightly, overwhelmed by how sensitive his body feels; an orgasm has never felt this good to him, even as an Incubus. He doesn’t know how to react.

Even through the haziness in his mind, he notices that Jeongguk hasn’t said anything, so the fear of him stopping at the very last second makes Taehyung’s body react even more intensely, grasping at every drop of pleasure it can get, afraid of having it taken away.

In the end, Jeongguk doesn’t stop. In fact, he leans down again to wrap his lips around Taehyung’s cock, his warm mouth and smooth, thick fingers finally bringing him over the edge, Taehyung’s second orgasm seemingly much more intense than the first one.

Taehyung’s mind goes blank for a minute, a loud moan trapped inside his throat as his hips stutter up and towards Jeongguk’s delicious mouth, the Fallen Angel not taking his eyes off him through it all despite getting his face fucked for a few seconds as Taehyung unloads inside his mouth.

Taehyung can still feel his muscles spasming when he comes back to himself, his body tired and content. His sleepy eyes fall back to Jeongguk’s head, which slowly lifts as the Fallen Angel sucks the very last drop of Taehyung’s cum into his mouth.

Taehyung feels his body heat up again at the thought of Jeongguk swallowing his cum, his mind short-circuiting over the possibility.

He is thoroughly confused when said man scoots up the bed, cheeks slightly puffed up, until his face is directly above Taehyung’s. Jeongguk places his fingers on Taehyung’s chin, gently pinching them together until Taehyung’s lips part, silently telling him to open his mouth. That is exactly when Taehyung realizes, wide-eyed, what Jeongguk is about to do.

Oh.

Taehyung, wanting to prove to Jeongguk that he is, in fact, good and eager to obey, wastes no time before opening his mouth wide, the excitement clear in his gleaming eyes. Slowly, Jeongguk lets cum drip down into Taehyung’s awaiting mouth, not once breaking eye contact. When it is done, he harshly spits the very last remnants of it in Taehyung’s mouth, forcing his jaw open with his fingers so he can watch the cum pooling around the Demon’s tongue.

“So cute of you to think that I was going to be the one to swallow your dirty cum,” Jeongguk mocks him, laughing meanly at Taehyung’s dazed expression. “Now shut that pretty mouth of yours and act like the cum-dump you are,” he orders, dragging his fingers down to rest around Taehyung’s throat.

Holy shit.

Taehyung doesn’t even think before obeying, trying not to focus on the fact that he is swallowing his own cum while Jeongguk watches him. It is painfully obvious just how much Jeongguk is enjoying this; a mean smile stretching his lips and eyes glowing mockingly.

“Disgusting,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning down until his mouth is almost touching Taehyung’s ear, his voice a lot deeper when he whispers, “why are you acting like you’ve never fantasized about this before, hm?”

Taehyung bites into his lower lip, staring up at the ceiling silently.

“Are you ashamed of yourself and your dirty mind?” Jeongguk wonders aloud, leaning back to stare into Taehyung’s nervous eyes. “Already feel like you might combust from humiliation?”

Well, that is definitely one way to put it.

“Yes,” Taehyung admits quietly, feeling himself heat up the more he stares up into Jeongguk’s beautiful golden eyes.

“Well, you shouldn’t be,” Jeongguk assures him. “We’re only just getting started.”

Jeongguk instructs Taehyung to get on his hands and knees, standing back to give him enough space to do so. Taehyung feels himself shake in excitement, knowing that soon he will know what it feels like to be fucked like he has been wishing for.

He follows Jeongguk’s orders, promising to himself not to be shy or ashamed of the exposure; he knows he looks good and he has had enough time to build way over ten lifetimes of confidence, so there is honestly no reason to feel shy over having someone’s hands and eyes on him, even someone as intimidating as Jeongguk.

This is certainly different, yes, but it is not the first time he has been admired, and it definitely will not be the last.

Jeongguk’s warm hands are on him as soon as he gets in position. Taehyung, who is facing forward, can feel by the dip in the mattress below him that Jeongguk has moved closer, probably kneeling just behind him as he caresses Taehyung’s body with his hands. The mental image of the Fallen Angel behind him makes his poor, spent cock twitch with interest, his body, although tired, eager for another round. It makes Jeongguk laugh, his right hand squeezing the back of Taehyung’s thigh before letting go completely.

“Wanna know what I’m gonna do to you now, angel?” Jeongguk asks him.

“Yes, please,” Taehyung replies enthusiastically, not missing a beat.

“I’m gonna keep fingering you until I know you’re ready for my cock,” he says, “then I’m going to fuck you on every surface of this room.”

Taehyung hums at that, heart beating fast at the sound of Jeongguk’s voice.

“On this bed,” he starts listing, his fingers trailing up Taehyung’s thigh until they’re dancing on the skin of Taehyung’s ass. “And the dresser, the bedside table, the chair…” he spreads Taehyung’s cheeks apart, leaning forward to spit on his hole and make him jump in surprise. “On the floor, against the window,” he continues on, finally pushing three fingers inside of Taehyung’s already wet hole. “What do you think of that?”

“I love it,” Taehyung moans, pushing back against Jeongguk’s hand and earning a light slap in response. “I want it, please.”

“I’m thinking I might leave the window for last, when the sun is shining bright and the people walking on the street below us can see your slutty ass getting pounded into the early hours of the morning.”

He shouldn’t enjoy that so much, but he does. He really fucking does.

Wanting to provoke Jeongguk as much as the Fallen Angel is provoking him, Taehyung turns his head around to look at Jeongguk, a coy smile playing on his lips as he says, “Then everyone will know you’re the only one who can fuck me. They will know that I’m all yours to touch and break, that you own me.”

Taehyung watches, completely entranced, as Jeongguk’s expression goes from shock to something dark, possessive. His glowing golden eyes are back, this time flashing dangerously and making goosebumps run along Taehyung’s vulnerable, sensitive body.

“That’s right, angel,” Jeongguk says, and holy shit, did his voice get deeper? “You’re mine.”

Suddenly, the Fallen Angel increases the speed of his movements, his fingers, which were carefully and slowly stretching Taehyung, assuming a brutal pace that makes the Demon fall to his elbows on the bed.

“Fuck, fuck!” Taehyung chants, his words muffled against the mattress, as Jeongguk brushes past his prostate over and over again, pausing only to add a fourth finger before hammering them inside of him.

“You sound so good,” Jeongguk praises him, Taehyung’s only response being a needy whine. “So loud. I bet all of my neighbors can hear you.”

“Yes, please,” Taehyung moans, Jeongguk laughing in response.

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already incoherent,” Jeongguk observes.

“Feels good,” Taehyung tells him. “So good, please, need your cock in me… need it, f— fuck, just like that, it’s s— so good!”

“Patience, angel,” Jeongguk chastises, his free hand coming up to pinch the back of Taehyung’s thigh, making him whimper, “we’ll get there eventually.”

Taehyung can’t even think, his mind a fog of pleasure and desperation, his need to satisfy himself too loud and urgent. He is crying, face pressed against the sheets, as his hips thrust back against Jeongguk’s hand, the fingers inside him not filling him enough. His body burns and his cock aches, pre-cum dripping down his bobbing shaft and staining Jeongguk’s bedsheets even more, and he can’t help but reach for it when it throbs, begging to be touched. He manages to jerk himself off for a few seconds before Jeongguk rips his hand away, growling like a beast.

All movement stops then, Jeongguk ripping his fingers from inside Taehyung as if burned. The Incubus only has a millisecond to react, whining at the loss, before Jeongguk is turning him around, manhandling him until he is laying on his back instead.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing!?” Jeongguk yells at him, his expression one of pure anger, with his eyes glowing and canines showing.

“I— I’m sorry,” Taehyung cries, almost folding himself in half in fear.

“Touching yourself like that, did I fucking say you could do that?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t kn—“

“Answer me!” Jeongguk interrupts him, coming closer to hold Taehyung’s face by the jawline, his grip tight and firm.

“N— no, you didn’t say I could touch myself,” Taehyung stutters wetly, wide eyes staring up at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk leans back, getting off the bed altogether. For a few moments, Taehyung is scared he is going to leave him like this, needy and wet, so he will learn his lesson. The thought makes him tear up even more, the prospect of having this experience taken away from him sounding like too much to handle.

“You act so obedient and pliant I keep forgetting that all you really want is to be treated like the fucking slut you really are,” Jeongguk spits the words at him, eyebrows furrowed angrily. “Let’s do it then,” he points to the floor in front of him, “come over here and fucking kneel.”

Taehyung, albeit hesitantly, does what Jeongguk says, slowly lifting himself off the bed and kneeling in front of the angered Fallen Angel. He stares up at Jeongguk with wide, scared eyes, waiting silently for the next step, not knowing what to expect.

“Beg,” Jeongguk tells him dryly. “If you’re really sorry and you want me to forgive you, then fucking beg for it.”

Taehyung sniffles, nodding his head slowly before speaking up, “Please, Jeongguk, I’m sorry.”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “Louder.”

“Please, I’m sorry!” Taehyung exclaims, aware that Jeongguk’s next-door neighbors are probably able to hear him.

That is when Jeongguk slaps him, his rough palm making contact with Taehyung’s left cheek. He whines, the sting making his cock twitch pathetically between his thighs.

“What are you sorry for?” Jeongguk asks him.

“I’m sorry I touched myself without permission!” Taehyung cries, and it is surprising how stable his voice is when he can’t seem to focus on anything other than hurting even more. “I’m sorry, I was bad and I deserve to be punished!”

“Exactly,” Jeongguk says, starting to unbuckle his belt slowly, Taehyung’s eyes following his movements attentively, mouth hanging open and body trembling with anticipation. “You’ve been bad, and you need to be taught a lesson.”

Taehyung is frozen, staring unblinkingly as Jeongguk works on his jeans and lowers his underwear, his rock-hard cock almost reaching the tip of Taehyung’s nose once it is freed from its confines.

It is thick, impossibly so, and now Taehyung understands what Jeongguk meant when he said he would finger Taehyung until he was sure he could take him. He is not extremely long, not as much as Taehyung himself anyway, but the thickness of his cock… that is not something he is seen often.

“Does a sorry excuse for a sex Demon like yourself even know how to suck cock?” Jeongguk asks him, tilting his head in a condescending manner, the same time as he reaches down to grab his cock and lightly slap the girth against Taehyung’s cheek twice.

“Yuh— yes, I do,” Taehyung replies, voice cracking. He stares up at Jeongguk with wide, pleading eyes, mouth watering at the prospect of taking Jeongguk down his throat; of showing him just how good at it he is.

“Bet you’ve never had your mouth fucked,” Jeongguk says then, making Taehyungs eyes widen even more in alarm. Well, he is right.

“No, never,” Taehyung confirms hesitantly.

“Lots of firsts today,” is all Jeongguk says before cupping Taehyung’s face with his free hand. “Let’s see what you can do,” he smiles meanly, motioning for Taehyung to open his mouth and wasting no time before shoving his cock inside, Taehyung’s surprised gasp muffled by it. He chokes instantly, not able to hold himself back.

Jeongguk pulls out, prompted by Taehyung’s coughing, and sighs, shaking his head in disappointment.

“So dramatic,” he complains, staring down at Taehyung’s teary eyes. “You’re a Demon. You don’t even need to breathe.”

“I do,” Taehyung says brokenly, “I’ve been in my human form for too long.”

“Fine,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, clearly bothered and impatient. “I guess I’ll have to take it easy on you, then.”

“No!” Taehyung pleads, hands pulling Jeongguk closer by his jeans. “You don’t have to, just… keep going. Green! I’m green. Still green.”

“You’re much more of a masochist than I thought, huh,” the Fallen Angel muses. “Alright, show me what you can do.”

Taehyung starts by leaning forward and licking up Jeongguk’s cock, keeping his hands down on his knees like a good boy. He uses his tongue to tease the Fallen Angel, tracing up the thick veins until he reaches the tip, only then finally taking him inside his mouth.

Taehyung has given plenty of blowjobs in his existence. It is not a common occurrence for him, as he tends to be quick with his feedings and not to indulge in non-penetrative sex often, but it does happen, sometimes. He knows the very basics of it and he knows some tricks he has picked up through the centuries. It seems that Jeongguk is very hard to please, though. He is different from the humans Taehyung has fed on, but that is to be expected. He is not overcome with sexual attraction, not in a trance only Taehyung’s presence can bring; he is far too powerful to fall for Taehyung’s demonic charms, that is why.

Taehyung’s pride is completely shattered when Jeongguk dares to yawn while Taehyung sucks him off, looking bored out of his mind and even crossing his arms over his chest, watching the Incubus with a cold, unimpressed expression, eyes void of any emotion and lips pressed in a thin line.

“Is that all you got?” Jeongguk asks him, his foot tapping against the hardwood floor impatiently. “If that’s it, then you should just stop. I’m certain I can find someone around the block who’d do a better job in less than a minute.”

Taehyung pulls off then, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips forming a pout, looking oh so sad and embarrassed it takes everything in Jeongguk not to break character.

“I can do better,” Taehyung insists desperately. “I will do better, I promise.”

“I don’t know about that, angel,” Jeongguk clicks his tongue, clearly dissatisfied. “You’ve been making plenty of promises tonight. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment for disobeying me. You think you deserve kindness? Patience? You should’ve thought about that before misbehaving.”

“Jeongguk, I’m sorry,” Taehyung whines. “I’m so, so sorry. I— I’ve learned my lesson, I have!”

“You’re a lousy liar,” Jeongguk sighs, reaching down and letting his fingers tangle into Taehyung’s sapphire hair. “You keep forgetting I know exactly what is going on inside that pretty head of yours. You’re not sorry,” Jeongguk states, expressionless, tugging on Taehyung’s hair and pulling his head closer to his crotch. “Your only regret is that you got caught.” Taehyung gulps, breathing through his mouth anxiously. “But don’t worry,” Jeongguk continues, smiling, “I’ll make sure you feel sorry.”

He wouldn’t be able to deny the way his heart races at that, adrenaline running through Taehyung’s body instantly after Jeongguk’s threatening words.

It is exciting, invigorating, and he is growing addicted to the feeling of it.

“Spread your legs,” Jeongguk orders, Taehyung doing so instantly. Jeongguk lets his gaze fall to Taehyung’s swollen cock, dripping pathetically all over the floor. It makes him groan angrily, grip on the Incubus’ hair tightening. “Fucking messy slut, look at what you’ve done.”

He gives Taehyung no time to even look down, though, stepping closer to him and promptly bringing his right foot to press directly over the Incubus’ cock, making him jump and whine, his voice high and desperate. Taehyung stares up at Jeongguk with wide, confused eyes, unsure of what is happening. Jeongguk pulls Taehyung’s head closer just as he steps harder on the Incubus’ cock, his mouth opening to let out a pained moan, dazed eyes begging Jeongguk to continue. Not only that, but Taehyung also leans forward to take Jeongguk’s cock inside his mouth again, groaning around it.

Jeongguk watches silently as Taehyung loses himself to the feeling of having a thick cock in his mouth while his own is stepped on, his moans and teary eyes being enough of an indication of how he feels about his supposed punishment. The Fallen Angel sighs, pulling on Taehyung’s hair and taking his cock off his mouth, the Incubus whining at the loss.

“How can I punish you if no matter what I do, you still find a way to like it?” Jeongguk asks, relieving a bit of the pressure on Taehyung’s cock by lifting his foot.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says, biting into his lower lip and doing his very best not to buck his hips in the direction of Jeongguk’s foot.

“You want me to step on your useless cock?” Jeongguk mocks him, bringing his foot down again and hearing Taehyung moan. “Want me to let you rut against my foot like a dog in heat? Is that what you want?”

“Y— yes, please,” Taehyung begs, eyes scrunched shut. “Please.”

Jeongguk smirks, stepping back and watching as Taehyung’s eyes snap open.

“All I’ve done so far is give you what you want,” Jeongguk states, lifting an eyebrow. “Do you think that’s fair? Aren’t you tired of being so selfish?”

“Buh— but I’m…”

“More excuses?” he clicks his tongue.

That shuts Taehyung up, his pouty lips and big eyes almost softening Jeongguk.

Almost.

“Gone speechless?” Jeongguk teases him, his right hand coming up to wipe some drool from under Taehyung’s plump lip. “Get my cock inside your mouth,” he tells him. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself or cum. Right now, you’re just a hole for me to fuck.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung whispers, putting his hands behind his back without even being told to and opening his mouth like Jeongguk had ordered.

“If only you were this good at following orders all the time,” Jeongguk comments, guiding his cock back inside Taehyung’s warm, wet mouth.

This time, Jeongguk waits a little bit for Taehyung to get used to his size, the Incubus looking up at him with those pretty eyes of his, sucking lightly and massaging his cock with his tongue. Jeongguk huffs out a breathy laugh, amused by his antics and his needy behavior.

After a while, he starts thrusting in and out of Taehyung’s mouth, the slow drag of his cock against his tongue maddening in the best way possible. Every time he gets a little deeper, he can hear Taehyung gag, the Incubus trying his best not to show it.

Once Jeongguk deems him ready enough, his shallow thrusts turn into faster, deeper ones, using his hold on Taehyung’s jaw to keep his head still as he builds up a pace. It is nothing out of the ordinary, not yet, Taehyung being able to take it without doing great efforts.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, eyes focused on the pretty little thing he’s got on his knees for him, the sight of Taehyung’s mouth stretched around his cock far too arousing. There is drool running down his chin and dripping onto the floor, and if that is not hot, Jeongguk doesn’t know what is.

Jeongguk starts letting himself go, hips moving almost as if on their own, thrusting in and out of Taehyung’s mouth at a quick, nearly brutal pace. Taehyung chokes and gags, his eyes quickly tearing up and eyebrows furrowing as he forces himself to relax.

Jeongguk’s moans are louder now, his voice absolutely delicious and making Taehyung shiver. Jeongguk sounds amazing when he is feeling good, and the single thought that Taehyung himself is making him feel like that is inebriating.

“Taking it so well, angel,” Jeongguk praises him as he slows down, making Taehyung groan around his cock. “You like when I call you that, huh?” he continues, bringing his hand up to the back of Taehyung’s head. “Love when I praise you and tell you you’re being good, don’t you?” he laughs, closing his fist around Taehyung’s hair. “Such a fucking whore for my approval,” he mocks, looking down at Taehyung’s blissed-out expression and seeing endless tears streaming down his face. “Fuck, look at you. You look like the perfect cock-slut. So pretty.”

Taehyung moans around his cock. Jeongguk smiles.

“What would your friends say if they saw you like this?” he wonders aloud, pleased by the way Taehyung’s eyes widen in alarm. “What would Daddy say?” he laughs, Taehyung’s moans even louder now. “Would they be shocked? Disgusted?” Jeongguk continues, not taking his eyes off of Taehyung’s. “Look at you, on your knees for a former Angel. Don’t you feel embarrassed? Tamed by a holy being, what a sad excuse for a Demon.”

The sounds of Taehyung’s mind screaming at him to keep going are as deafening. Jeongguk has never met someone so desperate, so needy. He wonders how Taehyung managed to go so long without submitting to anyone, considering this is what he most desired.

Jeongguk pulls Taehyung’s head closer as he angles his hips forward, burying his cock inside of the Incubus’ mouth and letting it rest against the back of his throat.

It feels heavenly.

And he’s not just saying it. He of all people would know.

Taehyung doesn’t take it too well, hands shooting up to hold onto Jeongguk’s jeans, his nails digging into the fabric so hard it hurts. He is gagging and he can’t breathe, eyes watering and spit running down his chin and neck like a waterfall.

He looks stunning in Jeongguk’s eyes. Broken, just for him.

After a few more seconds, Jeongguk pulls Taehyung’s head away, the Incubus coughing and wheezing as he tries to calm himself down. He gives him just enough time before he is thrusting back in again, this time moving his hips even with his cock nestled inside, reaching deeper than ever before.

Taehyung feels used. He feels exactly like Jeongguk described him: just a hole for him to fuck. He thinks he might cum from this thought alone, and that makes Jeongguk laugh.

“You’re really something else,” Jeongguk tells him, pulling out and letting go of his hair, looking down at him amusedly. “You’re funny.”

“Tha— thanks,” Taehyung tries to reply but ends up coughing mid-sentence, his voice scratchy and raw, throat burning.

“Come on, angel, lie down on your back. Yes, right there, on the floor,” Jeongguk instructs, Taehyung frowning confusedly but following the order anyway. “You took it well and you behaved like a good boy, so now it’s time for your reward.”

Taehyung smiles, his whole expression glowing. “Thank you.”

Taehyung watches attentively as Jeongguk walks around him to sit on the bed. He is not sure of what is going on, but he doesn’t ask, instead just waiting for Jeongguk to do whatever he deems fit.

Taehyung likes rewards. He likes knowing that he has been good. He is sure he will like this, too.

“Keep your palms glued to the floor, hm?” Jeongguk tells him, softly placing his right foot on top of Taehyung’s thigh, massaging it slowly. “If you try to touch yourself, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” Taehyung sighs, eyes gleaming.

“Good boy.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung replies automatically, biting into his lower lip and closing his eyes when he feels Jeongguk’s foot move up his thigh until it rests against Taehyung’s cock.

“So wet, angel,” Jeongguk says. “A desperate little slut.”

“Just for you,” Taehyung adds proudly.

Jeongguk hums. “That’s right, pretty. All mine.”

He starts by rubbing Taehyung’s cock up and down with the bottom of his foot, pre-cum staining his black sock and making him click his tongue in disgust.

“You’re making a mess,” Jeongguk tells him, pressing a little harder over the glans, Taehyung’s toes curling. “What do you say when you get something dirty?”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung moans. “I’m sorry I’m a messy slut.”

Jeongguk smiles. “So good for me, angel.”

A sigh. “Thank you.”

Jeongguk keeps rubbing him like that, the heel of his foot sometimes pressing down on Taehyung’s balls and making him jump. He forces his own thighs apart, but he can’t stop them from trembling every once in a while. He feels… humiliated, but also thankful. So very thankful.

He is terribly sensitive, just lying there, on the floor, whining and moaning, eyes scrunched shut and mouth open, with his tongue peeking out, as Jeongguk gets him off with his foot of all things. Truly, such a gorgeous sight.

“Are you gonna cum like this?” Jeongguk asks him, bringing his other foot forward and using both of his feet to pleasure Taehyung, who starts scratching the hardwood floor as his eyes roll back and the muscles of his thighs start spasming with the need to move.

“I’m… yes, please, fuck…” he whines, hips twitching.

“On the floor, like a cheap whore?”

“Please,” Taehyung begs.

Jeongguk chuckles. “Alright, angel, you can cum,” he tells Taehyung, bringing his feet together and jerking Taehyung off just like that, the Incubus thrashing on the floor like the desperate slut he is, not allowed to touch, only to take whatever Jeongguk gives him.

He is far too sensitive already, so it doesn’t take him long to orgasm again, thick ropes of cum landing on his stomach and Jeongguk’s feet.

“Disgusting, look what you just did,” Jeongguk says, staring down at where the white fluid contrasts with his dark socks.

“Suh— sorry…” Taehyung whispers back, dazed and breathless.

“Lick it clean for me now, angel,” Jeongguk says, stretching himself so his feet can reach Taehyung’s face. “Clean the mess that you just made.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out, tired, slowly licking it off without complaining or showing disgust. He really is a dumb slut.

He is not very effective, maybe because he is too tired, slowly cleaning the cum off Jeongguk’s socks with his tongue, sometimes sucking it into his mouth. He is nothing like the powerful Incubus many have heard about. Right now, he is Jeongguk’s slut and nothing else. A toy for him to pleasure himself with, and Taehyung is more than okay with that.

Once Taehyung is done, Jeongguk takes off his socks and throws them in the hamper, looking back at the Incubus to find him dozing off on the floor. Without a word, Jeongguk stands up and moves closer to him, hoisting him up and carrying him bridal style to the bed.

That sure wakes Taehyung up, his heart speeding up and thoughts going in all possible directions.

“Are you okay?” Jeongguk asks him, climbing on the bed as well. Taehyung nods.

“Yeah… just really tired.”

“Is that even normal?”

“Not really, but it is to be expected,” Taehyung assures him. “We can keep going.”

Jeongguk lifts an eyebrow at that. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung smiles. “I wouldn’t lie. You’d know if I did.”

“I mean, yeah, but…” Jeongguk frowns. “You’re taking longer breaks every time.”

“I’m fine! Like you said, I’m made for sex. It’s just that I’m used to being in control and I guess going against it takes a toll on me.”

“Doesn’t sound like it’s fine,” Jeongguk sighs. Taehyung scoots closer to him on the bed, reaching out to massage his scalp in an attempt to calm him down.

“It is, though.” Jeongguk still doesn’t look convinced. “And I like how lethargic my body feels after each orgasm.”

“You’re crazy,” Jeongguk huffs out a laugh.

“And you’re still hard,” Taehyung grins cheekily, sending a meaningful look down to Jeongguk’s exposed cock. “You didn’t get to cum yet, not even once.”

Jeongguk smirks at that. “Okay, angel. Let’s keep going,” he says. “Lie on your back, legs spread.”

Taehyung hums in agreement, positioning himself and watching Jeongguk move around on the bed until he is fitting himself between Taehyung’s legs.

“Just relax for now, hm? I’ll prep you,” he says, then pauses. “And by now I’m sure you know not to touch yourself without my explicit permission, right?”

“Right.”

“Good.”

Jeongguk grabs the lube and squirts some more of it on his fingers, not waiting for it to warm up before pushing two inside, making Taehyung whine.

“More, please,” he pleads, making Jeongguk click his tongue.

“Patience. I’d have my cock in you by now had you not misbehaved earlier.”

“Mhmm…” Taehyung hums, closing his eyes and imagining Jeongguk’s thick cock filling him up, warm and nice. “Can’t wait…”

“Well, you’ll have to,” Jeongguk tells him, scissoring him slowly. “Have no one else to blame but yourself.”

“Mean.”

Jeongguk doesn’t respond, instead focusing on fucking Taehyung with his fingers, the drag of them inside of him slow and precise, soon enough making the Incubus moan and quiver. He adds another finger, meeting little to no resistance, which is not surprising, but it is still not enough.

He keeps fingering Taehyung, ignoring his pleas and whines, wanting to take his time with this. Taehyung, though, has other plans.

“Let me suck you off while you do it?” he asks with begging eyes. “Please.”

“You don’t know how to be patient, do you?” Jeongguk rolls his eyes.

“Need your cock in me, one way or another,” is Taehyung’s cheeky reply. Jeongguk just slaps his thigh in response, shutting him up, and finally adds a fourth finger. He starts massaging his thigh with his free hand to ease the sting, loving how soft it feels under his fingertips.

“Feels so good, fuck, so good,” Taehyung moans, trying not to push back against Jeongguk’s fingers, which Jeongguk appreciates.

“It’s alright, angel, fuck yourself on my fingers,” he tells him, Taehyung’s relieved whine echoing loudly through the room as he starts moving his hips. “Just like that, pretty,” Jeongguk encourages him, watching Taehyung move. “You like that?”

“Hmm… s— so much,” Taehyung stutters breathily, eyes squeezed shut. “I love it.”

“Perfect little slut,” Jeongguk smirks.

Taehyung moans, “Yes, fuck— your slut.”

Jeongguk hums. “Think you’re ready for my cock? Can you take it?”

“Please, I’m ready,” Taehyung answers, needy, opening his eyes to stare at Jeongguk as he sinks down his fingers desperately. “Want it so bad, want you to fuck me, please... can’t wait anymore, need to feel it…”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, leaning down to kiss Taehyung as the Incubus rolls his hips, his hole so tight around Jeongguk’s fingers it is hard to imagine how he is going to fit his cock inside. Taehyung’s far too gone to focus on the kiss, making a mess of drool like he usually does. “Messy slut,” Jeongguk mocks him, leaning back to watch his fingers disappear inside of the Demon. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

Taehyung doesn’t reply with coherent words, instead just mumbling nonsense and whining, his mind begging Jeongguk to fuck him. It is intoxicating, addicting.

“Okay, angel,” Jeongguk says, slowly pulling his fingers out. Taehyung whines, of course he does, but Jeongguk ignores him, instead grabbing a pillow and telling Taehyung to lift his hips, placing it below him once he does. “Want my cock now?” Jeongguk asks him, smiling down at him darkly.

“Please, need it,” Taehyung replies, bringing a hand up to wipe his teary eyes.

“How much do you want it?” the teasing continues, making Taehyung groan, frustrated.

“So much, fuck,” he whines, “I feel like I might die, I can’t.”

“Pathetic,” Jeongguk degrades him, getting in position between Taehyung’s trembling legs. “Can’t do anything, just lie down and beg for cock.”

“I’m your cock-slut,” Taehyung replies automatically, “need it.”

He is hard to resist, that’s for sure.

Jeongguk starts pushing in then, Taehyung’s hole so tight around him even after long minutes of prepping. The Incubus moans loudly under him, head rolling back and neck fully exposed, the purple bruises Jeongguk gifted him now showing almost proudly.

Taehyung can’t move. He is feeling so much, all at the same time, that he doesn’t know what to focus on. Jeongguk’s cock is too thick, and it hurts, but in the best way possible. He feels his body vibrate from inside out, loving how right and full he feels.

Scarily enough, he doesn’t know how or if he will be able to come back from this.

Jeongguk stays still, allowing Taehyung some time to adjust to his size, and watches as the Incubus’ breathing calms down after a while. Taehyung opens his eyes, stares up at the Fallen Angel, and asks through a lazy smile, “Aren’t you far too dressed for this?”

Jeongguk looks down at himself, realizing he is still mostly clothed, wearing his shirt and jeans. He snorts, nodding before taking his shirt off, gaze dropping to watch as Taehyung’s face goes from relaxed to alarmed, cheeks heating up.

“Those are some dirty, dirty thoughts to be having, angel,” Jeongguk teases him, throwing the shirt on the floor as he is fed with an influx of jumbled thoughts coming from the Incubus, most of which regard his fit physique. “You should be embarrassed.”

“Sh— shut up,” Taehyung mumbles, curling into himself. “Not my fault.”

Jeongguk laughs. “Right.”

“It’s just… you’re so hot…” Taehyung ends up whispering.

Jeongguk smiles. “Gonna start moving,” he warns, waiting for Taehyung to agree before starting to thrust in and out of him, the tightness and warmth making him lightheaded. Taehyung isn’t that much better, his eyes rolling back and mouth opening in a silent moan.

Taehyung is sure he has never felt something so right in his entire existence.

Jeongguk fucks him slowly, going as deep as he possibly can, which makes Taehyung go absolutely crazy with need. He begs, whines, and even tries to pull him closer, but nothing seems to work, Jeongguk promptly ignoring him and deciding to tease him instead. Don’t get him wrong, the slow drag of Jeongguk’s thick cock against his inner walls sure feels amazing, but he would much rather have the Fallen Angel destroy him and pound into him like his life depended on it, like he was nothing more than a fuck-toy to be used.

“Patience, angel,” Jeongguk tells him suddenly, his eyes glowing brightly. “We will get there soon.”

There is something incredibly hot about Jeongguk just knowing what Taehyung wants, but the fact that he uses it against him feels like absolute torture.

“I’ve been good, please, just, please,” Taehyung pleads, reaching forward and begging Jeongguk to come closer. The Fallen Angel leans forward, supporting himself by placing both arms on the bed, forehead almost touching Taehyung’s. “It feels good,” the Incubus tells him, eyes unfocused. “Better than I could ever have imagined. So good…” he mumbles, placing both hands on Jeongguk’s shoulders. “Fuck me faster, please, Jeongguk,” he begs, desperate and not ashamed to show it.

Without another word, Jeongguk snaps his hips forward, Taehyung’s whole body shaking with the force of it. Taehyung cries loudly, uncaring of the other residents of the building, and starts chanting a string of “yes!” that only gets more urgent with every thrust.

With one hand, Jeongguk grabs both of Taehyung’s arms and pins them down on the mattress, hips moving at full speed.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he orders.

Taehyung nods shakily. “Yuh— yeah, fuck.”

Jeongguk lets go of his arms, moving his hand until it rests against Taehyung’s throat, the Incubus’ eyes widening as he begs Jeongguk to keep going.

“Choke me, please,” he moans through the tears.

“So. Fucking. Needy,” Jeongguk grunts in time with his thrusts.

Jeongguk tightens his grip around Taehyung’s throat, his breath hitching and body twitching. It is too much, too hot; Jeongguk’s cock inside him rubbing at all the right places, his rough hand around his neck, and his gorgeous golden eyes watching his every move.

He pulls back after a while, flipping Taehyung around until he is on his stomach, telling him to get on his hands and knees. Although slowly, Taehyung does as ordered, eager to get Jeongguk’s cock inside of him again.

When he slides home, Jeongguk makes sure to grab Taehyung by the hair, pulling on it harshly and loving the wrecked sounds the Incubus lets out.

“I’m guh— gonna cum,” Taehyung moans, earning a scoff from Jeongguk.

“Already?”

“So good, so big,” Taehyung whines. “Feels like you’re tearing me apart.”

That makes Jeongguk sneer, his grip on Taehyung’s hair tightening. “Come on then, angel, cum on my cock like a good boy.”

His words send shivers down Taehyung’s body, his weak limbs shaking; he can barely hold himself up as he cums again, seeing white against his eyelids.

Jeongguk holds him up by the waist as he shakes through it, his body far too weak and sensitive. Still, Taehyung refuses to rest, dedicated to making Jeongguk cum as well.

“Lie down,” he slurs, attempting to push Jeongguk and failing. “L’mme ride you.”

“You think you can?” Jeongguk laughs, condescending even then, “Can’t even hold yourself up.”

Taehyung pouts at him, thick eyebrows furrowed as he stares him down. “I’ll do it.”

Amused, Jeongguk complies, laying down on the bed with his head pillowed on his forearms. “Take your time.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath before moving around on the bed, deciding it is time for Jeongguk’s jeans to go. He grabs the hem and starts, quite literally, peeling them off Jeongguk’s legs, the sight that greets him making his mouth water.

How is it possible for Jeongguk to be toned everywhere? He looks like the embodiment of a wet dream.

Taehyung throws the jeans on the floor along with Jeongguk’s shirt and moves closer to him, straddling him and placing both arms on Jeongguk’s abs to steady himself (and for no other reason, of course). After shooting Jeongguk one last challenging look, he reaches back to guide Jeongguk’s cock into his hole, sinking down on it inch by inch, the new position allowing it to fill him up in the most delicious way, reaching deeper than ever before.

“You feel amazing around my cock,” Jeongguk tells him lowly, his voice made out of pure sin. “Squeezing me so tight,” he continues as Taehyung lifts himself up only to drop down again with a moan.

“You’re so fucking big,” Taehyung groans. “So good.”

His thighs burn and he knows he won’t be able to do this for much longer, but he keeps going, wanting to make Jeongguk feel good, to show him that Taehyung can be good for him.

But it gets harder by the second.

“Hurts,” he whines, feeling his arms shake. “Hurts so bad, my thighs.”

“You’re doing so good, angel, so perfect,” Jeongguk moans, hips shooting up and almost making Taehyung lose balance. “Swallowing me up so good.”

“I can’t—,” Taehyung cries, Jeongguk sitting up in a heartbeat to hold him up.

His body feels like jelly against Jeongguk’s hold, the Fallen Angel hugging him close by the waist and putting his weight on his heels, thrusting upwards and into Taehyung’s addictive heat, as well as pulling him up and down on his cock. Taehyung’s loud, frantic moans echo around the apartment, the Incubus leaning down to bite into Jeongguk’s shoulders in a desperate attempt to shut himself up. He starts kissing and sucking on the wounds, crying out when Jeongguk whispers the dirtiest things to his ear.

“I’m almost there, angel,” he tells him, sounding like sex itself. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, give you what you deserve, my little cum-dump.”

“Ah— yeah,” Taehyung groans in response, “please, give me all of it…”

Jeongguk laughs breathlessly, digging his fingers into Taehyung’s waist as he chases his orgasm.

Taehyung doesn’t think he can cum again, his poor cock spent and sensitive enough, but the constant drag against his prostate keeps stimulating him, the pleasure almost blinding.

Jeongguk groans one last time before he’s filling him up, pulling Taehyung’s body flush against his. He can feel it inside of him, warm and thick and delicious. Taehyung blushes when he realizes he likes the way Jeongguk cum feels in him, how it warms him up from the inside.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk mutters against his ear, turning his head to place a kiss on his cheek. “That was amazing, huh?”

Taehyung cuddles closer to him, eyes closing on their own accord. “Mhm…”

“Don’t sleep on me now,” Jeongguk tells him, “I still need to clean you up.”

That makes Taehyung pout. “No,” he whines, “warm.”

“It’ll be warmer once you’re under the blankets, hm?”

Well, he can’t really argue with that.

Taehyung lets Jeongguk lift him up, trying but failing to keep Jeongguk’s cum inside of him and not let it drip to the sheets once he pulls out.

“Sorry…” he mumbles. “Messy.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, moving Taehyung until he is laying down. “’S fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He tells Taehyung to relax and that he will be right back, standing up and leaving the room to get a wet towel from the bathroom. He cleans himself in the process, trying not to take too long; Taehyung really did make a mess, not only on Jeongguk’s sheets but also all over himself, so it is only logical he must feel disgustingly uncomfortable, and Jeongguk can’t have him feeling like that.

Surprisingly (or not, considering how burned-out Taehyung became the more things progressed), Jeongguk comes back to an unconscious Taehyung who apparently switches back to his Demon form when asleep. His tail is under him, crooked in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position, his horns peeking out from under his now white hair. He is definitely a lot different like this: the tips of his fingers and nails are very light, of a milky white color, fading into his natural skin color once they reach his mid-forearm. His skin is tanner now, an even deeper honey tone, with golden specks decorating his whole body.

Jeongguk catches himself thinking Taehyung looks more like an Angel than a Demon, what with the gorgeous and heavenly mix of shades of gold and white all over him, and mentally kicks himself for coming to that conclusion.

He walks closer to him and starts cleaning him up, mindful of the most sensitive parts. He is almost done when Taehyung wakes up again, staring at him with wide, fully black eyes, looking confused, like he doesn’t understand where he is, though he comes to himself fast enough, thanking Jeongguk for taking care of him with a warm, box-shaped smile that has a bigger effect on Jeongguk than he would like to admit, even if just to himself.

“Don’t mention it,” is all he says before going back to work.

Once he is done, he asks Taehyung to stand up, even helping him in the process, so he can change the sheets.

“Normally I wouldn’t mind changing them after I woke up, but you really made a mess,” Jeongguk says. Taehyung tries to hide it, but it is obvious that he is embarrassed by the comment. Jeongguk finds it quite adorable of him.

Taehyung helps him out the best he can, even trying to make small talk during it, unsure of how to act now. The glow is starting to wear off, and he is beginning to think about the consequences of his actions, the reality that he broke one of the main rules dawning upon him. He is starting to think about Yoongi, wondering what the Succubus would say if when he finds out. He is thinking about the Devil, about his future. He just broke the one rule he should never dare to think about violating. What will be of him?

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Jeongguk says then, startling Taehyung. “Worst comes to worst, they’ll banish you to Earth to slowly lose your powers until you’re not that much different from a human,” he says, matter-of-factly. Taehyung doesn’t understand how that is supposed to make him feel better. “And if that happens… at least you’ll have a place to stay, which is more than most can say.”

He is confused for a second, looking up to find Jeongguk already staring at him. Does he mean…? Taehyung looks around the room for a while, wondering if Jeongguk would actually offer his home for Taehyung to stay just like that.

Jeongguk nods before Taehyung can ask, and the single action, as small and subtle as it is, is enough to make him feel warm inside, the tips of his ears heating up.

“Oh…” Taehyung murmurs. “Thank you, Jeongguk.”

The Fallen Angel shrugs in response, glancing at him for only a second before looking away again.

Taehyung wonders for a brief moment how was it like for him, being banished from his home just like that. He has an apartment now, sure, but it surely wasn’t always like this. It doesn’t matter where they come from, banished beings always get to Earth without a single penny to their name; no documents, no nothing. Taehyung guesses it is easier for those who already spend most part of their existence around humans, like sex Demons such as himself and other creatures, but Jeongguk, as an Angel, wouldn’t have much of a reason to come down to this poisoned land often. It must have been extra hard for him, the need to learn and adapt quickly just so he could survive. It must be a recent banishment, too, for Jeongguk is still so in touch with his powers, far too strong to have been here for more than a year, never mind a month.

Taehyung belatedly realizes that he doesn’t even know why Jeongguk was banished in the first place.

“You only get to unlock my tragic backstory after the fourth date,” Jeongguk says with a small smile, his eyes gleaming mysteriously. “Until then, it’s all up to your very fertile imagination.”

Taehyung can feel his blush all the way from his toes, scandalized that Jeongguk would even say that.

“I— I’m sorry,” he gasps.

“It’s whatever,” the Fallen Angel says, folding the dirty sheets and placing them in the hamper. When he turns his back, Taehyung can see deep scars on where his wings would be, and it pains him to see that. He feels the need to say something, but he keeps himself quiet, deciding not to touch on that subject, even though he knows Jeongguk probably knows he noticed. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Taehyung blinks at him then, all of his worrying thoughts gone from his mind, replaced instead by instant shock. “I’m… sleeping here?”

“I mean, if you want to,” Jeongguk shrugs, nonchalant about it even though Taehyung can see how nervous he is with the way he bites his lips and plays with his fingers. “I’m not going to force you. I just, you know, thought you might be tired.”

“I am,” Taehyung nods with a smile, climbing on the newly spread-out sheets. “And your crappy bed is surprisingly comfortable.”

Jeongguk laughs, less tense now that Taehyung has agreed to stay. “You can’t call my bed crappy and say it’s comfortable at the same time,” he says, smiling back at the demon. “It’s not how it works.”

“Well, it is for me.”

Jeongguk gets on the bed, shaking his head. “I know I already mentioned it once, but you’re absolutely crazy, angel.”

It makes the smile on Taehyung’s lips widen even further, the pet-name making Taehyung’s insides come alive with a fire that burns very differently from simple carnal desire. “Guess what, you don’t know half of it.”

As he lies down beside Taehyung, Jeongguk sighs, weirdly content. “Guess I’m about to find out.”